FIRE

Last weekend, we finally put together the lovely little fire pit we received as a wedding gift.


Just in time for Labor Day, last Saturday evening turned crisp and cool. Perfect for throwing on a sweatshirt and sitting by the fire.

And so a team of boys armed with an assortment of wood and sticks set about building said fire.

Conservative Boy took the lead on the first attempt. Let me just say this: If he ever was in Boy Scouts, he must not have stuck with it for long.

His methods were a bit unorthodox. I will not say more, as Not-So-Conservative Grandmom reads this and it's best that she not know the details. She would be horrified by C.B.'s technique and incredibly concerned for her grandson's safety.

Fortunately, the rest of the crowd took over and coaxed a few little flames into a roaring fire, perfect for roasting marshmallows and making s'mores.


It was a wonderful way to spend the evening, and I hope we can do it again soon. (As long as someone is around to supervise my husband's fire-building attempts, that is.)